Chapter 60: Evil Spirit

At the end of the deep corridor, a pitch-black door came into view.

"Is there really a basement?"

Tasha, who had witnessed everything, looked utterly shocked. She couldn't even count how many times she had been stunned in such a short period.

Never mind where that strange axe came from.

But to smash through solid concrete in one blow? How strong did you have to be?

That was a solid wall, half a meter thick.

She had been shocked so many times that her expression was starting to go numb. Still, she looked at Rod with an increasingly unusual gaze.

"You all wait here. I'll go check it out."

Rod examined the door at the end of the hallway.

It was pure silver in appearance, likely either cast from large amounts of silver or plated with it.

In Western cultures, silver symbolizes purity and sanctity, the flawless.

Thus, to Westerners, objects made of silver were believed to have the power to dispel darkness and purify evil spirits.

Unfortunately, the silver used here was ordinary.

Its ability to ward off evil spirits was weak. It might work against minor ones, but it wouldn't stand a chance against the malevolent force in the basement.

Otherwise, people wouldn't have died so frequently in this mansion over the years.

It seemed the person who built this door was aware that something unusual lurked in the basement.

That's why they specially crafted this door and sealed the basement entrance.

As for their fate, the mansion had changed owners several times since, and the original owner was likely dead.

Now, the door had already been corroded black by the evil force behind it.

"Mm-hmm!"

Tasha nodded quickly and hurriedly left the mansion with her daughter, stepping outside.

The moment they left, the oppressive feeling that had weighed on them vanished instantly.

"Mommy, what is Uncle doing in there?"

The little girl clung to her leg, looking up with innocent eyes.

"Uncle's just doing some cleaning," Tasha explained with a forced smile, her gaze filled with worry.

Everything will be okay, right?

Rod descended the stairs slowly, reaching the door to the basement.

The door, now blackened by dark forces, was bound tightly by thick chains.

A large cross was painted on it, with Bible verses engraved all over.

The symbols were effective, but the door itself wasn't sturdy enough.

Bang!

Rod lifted his axe and struck down hard.

The chains snapped instantly, and the door was split open in a single blow.

A thick wave of evil energy rushed out, causing Rod's previously nonchalant expression to grow serious.

This force… even he found it somewhat troublesome.

And it wasn't even Halloween yet.

When that day came, the dark power here would increase several times over.

At that point, dealing with the source of evil in the basement would likely require everything he had.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Rod entered the basement, chanting spells and making several hand gestures.

A ball of light appeared, illuminating the entire basement.

A simple illumination spell—an entry-level trick that didn't even qualify as true magic.

It had no other effect besides lighting up an area for ten minutes.

As the pitch-black basement lit up, Rod couldn't help but gasp.

The dimly lit basement had been shrouded in darkness for years.

It reeked of dampness.

The basement was huge, at least a hundred square meters. In the center stood a bloodstained operating table.

The floor was covered in dried, blackened bloodstains.

On shelves around the room were rows of transparent glass jars, each filled with a clear liquid.

Inside those jars were human organs and body parts, suspended in the liquid.

Rod inhaled sharply.

How many people had to be killed to gather this many body parts?

At least dozens, right?

Rod looked at the shelves filled with human organs, and this was just what he could see.

He walked slowly to the operating table, noticing a yellowed diary on the nearby desk.

Rod flipped through the diary casually.

It turned out to be a doctor's journal.

According to the entries, a top surgeon named Pittman had bought the mansion and spent a fortune renovating it.

Life had been good, but after a tragic accident, Pittman lost his prestigious job.

To maintain his wife's lavish lifestyle, he secretly started doing illegal operations.

Long ago, the Lighthouse Country had strictly banned abortions for any reason.

So Pittman converted the basement into a secret operating room.

He performed abortions for celebrities and rich men's mistresses, making a hefty profit.

Things were fine until an accident happened. Pittman aborted the child of a powerful businessman's mistress.

The businessman had wanted that child desperately.

Enraged, he hired a local gang to kidnap Pittman's three-year-old child.

Three days later, Pittman's child was dismembered, the organs placed in jars, and sent back to him.

Devastated by his loss, Pittman went mad.

He became obsessed with finding a way to bring his child back to life, delving into both biology and ancient, dark rituals and magic.

Incredibly, Pittman actually succeeded after more than a decade of research.

He managed to stitch together human organs and bring the stitched-together body back to life.

But when the resurrection ritual was complete, Pittman realized the creature he revived wasn't his child.

It was a horrifying evil spirit.